Lyrics:
on fist f***s
Keep your schnoz clean ears open choppers zipped up
Food clothes medicine 'cause hungry naked sick sucks
Collide your worker ants with
And skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
Kept down for way too long
Your
Communication Workers of America
United Campus Workers of Georgia 3265 bish!
Which side are you on
Workers ship the boxes
They swiffer and the mop
constant problems
Get your mind right get to solving
If we stand as one united nothing stopping us from shining
The news dudes choose to make food off
homes[00:36.53]Brainwashed into routine, robot worker drones[00:39.19]Make them realise they're slaves to the banks and the throne[00:41.89]When it was us that built
payments to make
County building's on my ass
Tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here
I beat yo' ass if
payments to make
County building's on my ass
Tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here
I beat yo' ass if
believed that her cause
Was as pure as the rain
Her name was Jeanne Corbin
"Workers united are stronger" she'd say
She wrote for the paper,
Planned marches
Ghosty yo
Burstin' all of these hand-to hands
Cah my worker's gone off the rails (Hands on)
Told bro 'go shut the window'
Cah the breeze blowin'
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Security against my
Homeboys securin' me
Chained brains diaspora coming after
The same idea of the United States of Africa
Bering Strait before Palin
it all seem
so drab, acid rain into a cat food commercial, every day's just another
boring rehearsal.
Eat a TV dinner from a microwave oven. Geraldo's
bought you the tower tumbling, Mediocre Generica on 09/11/01,
As the same mutherfuckers that united the gay rudies,
Rocked crack city and then sainted
Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food
Clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that
That philosophising
the land will have
A piece of food a drop to drink
May the favour of The Lord Our God
Rest on us and give us work
Help us work our hands for us
Yes,
95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
Truck with jewels, forget
radiation
TV, it satallite links
Our United States of Unconsciousness
Apathetic, therapeutic and extremely addictive
The methadone metronome pumping out
150
of dependence on a starvation-diet
With food as a weapon, workers stay quiet
And multinational names have blood on their brands
From taking an interest in
Eastern Shore and the Proctors
Field workers still in service
Got work from sharecroppers
Now we own hundreds of acres
His cousins married to doctors
A side
Endless crisis, crushing capabilities
United nations, negotiations
Suffocation, they're conducts brazen
Humans on the move, worldwide migration
Central
side ya Hope is burned down
Like the Amazon forest it's harder for you to breath
No food in the fridge it's harder for you eat
And ya brains running wild
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